"Handle with care? I wonder why I would need to....AHHHHH!"

"Alexandra? You still with us girl?" Luna asked the now pale human.

"Y-yeah...I think I am..." She said forcing herself to stay awake.

"Hold still. I'm going to try and help you." Luna whispered. Her horn began to glow.

"Hey! Pony what do you think your doing!?" One of the Russians shouted pointing his rifle.

"I'm helping her you halfwit, turnip farmer!" Luna scolded.

A beam of magic shot from her horn to Alexandra's forehead. After about a moment, she began to regain her normal non-pale skin color. Her bruises faded. The gash on her forehead closed up. She began to feel the weakness of near death fade from her.

Luna however was becoming a mirror of her injuries. A gash opened up on her head and began to drip blood. Bruises formed on her body, she began to grow very pale.

When Alexandra was back to normal the magic went back to Luna's horn. All the wounds began to fade. The bruises, the gash, and the paleness all faded from Luna. She collapsed on the truck trailer's metal floor. Gasping for breath.

"I.....hate....that spell...." she said in between breaths.

Pinkie let out a loud fart.

"Pinkie!" Trixie scolded.

Fleur, who was sitting next to Pinkie gagged.

"What....have you been eating!?" She gagged.

"I'm sorry....when I get a bit too nervous, I let out some stinky gas."

"Well that's obvious now!" Alexandra called to her.

The fart made it's way to the Russians. "Oh my god! It like toxic bomb! Stop the truck!" One of them shouted holding his nose. The truck pulled over and stopped on the side of the road. The metal semi-truck trailer was kicked open. Pinkie found herself being thrown out.

"We don't need pink toxic bomb!" The Russians shouted at her as they threw her from the truck.

"Nick, you were right, that was not much different than Equestrian showers." Celestia said stepping out of the bathroom. A large amount of steam following. She had a towel wrapping up her mane on the top of her head and another towel neatly held around her torso.

"Told you." Nick said watching a re-run of Monk on the television from the bed.

Celestia got into the bed. She tossed both of the towels off and let her mane flow freely.

"So.....may I ask you a question?" She asked.

"Go ahead, shoot." Nick said paying most of his attention to Monk.

"Why don't you want me to have sex with you? I mean, honestly, I've been thinking about what it would be like, and now I CRAVE it." Celestia said.

"Well I personally have had a few dreams about it. Not necessarily with you in the dreams, usually it was Pinkie Pie in my dreams." Nick explained.

"Well then, why do you have such an issue with giving in to your primal instincts and doing me!?" Celestia asked growing frustrated with Nick.

"I am not having this conversation." Nick stated.

"Yes you..." Celestia had begun a response but Clarke's phone rang from it's position in Nick's pocket.

He pulled it out an answered it.

"Hello H."

"Okay listen up, short round, I'm coming to pick you up with some FBI spooks. We'll honk once we get there, now get ready to leave, I gotta go. These guys still need to be briefed." H said hanging up.

Pinkie rose from the grass as the truck drove off. "Well that was just rude." she said her mane not frizzy and currently void of life.

She looked around to try and get an idea of where she was. She was on the side of a wide dirt road. Trees surrounded the road.  Although the busyness of I-95 could be heard. She began following the road backwards back towards I-95.

Nick heard a serious of honks from outside in the parking lot. "Let's get going." Nick said walking to the door.  He opened the door and stepped out looking for the honking car.  Suddenly a steel toed boot was forced into his side.  Nick flew to his left and felt an incredible pain in his side. He turned and saw the person that had a kicked him. It was a large man wearing all black clothing and a ski mask. He pointed a 357. revolver at Nick.

"Американская Die!" He shouted. Before he could pull the trigger a large suited man sprinted into him and slammed him through the hotel room window and they both landed on one of the chairs in the hotel room. Breaking it on impact.  The suited man took the revolver from him the masked gun man and sat up on his chest. The suited man pointed the revolver at the masked man and pulled the trigger twice.

Nick still lay on the concrete outside, clutching his most likely cracked ribs. The suited man rose from the pool of blood now forming around the masked gunman and looked at Celestia, who was still in the room and had witness everything as soon as the two men had smashed through the window.

"Hello, Celestia. I'm H. Although you can call me Herald if you like." Herald said.  "Come on, the FBI guys are waiting in the SUV."

He walked out of the room and saw Nick. "You alright?" he asked crouching next to Nick.

"Not.....really."  Nick said through the pain.

"We'll get you to a safe house, come on, lets get you on your feet." Herald said sticking his right arm underneath Nick's upper back and lifting him to his feet. Nick, Herald and Celestia proceeded to a parked black SUV with a government tag on the license plate. Nick and Celestia had to ride in the third row of seats. While Herald and three FBI agents road up front. The 3 FBI agents wore Kevlar vests and had assault rifles near them for ease of access. Herald drove. Nick lay in the back seat, taking up two spots and trying not to move to avoid agony.

The agents in the second row had a map in between them, it was a map of the state. And were marking certain points on the highways with red markers as they spoke.

Nick gave a few almost cries of pain as the SUV made hit several small bumps on the road. Celestia leaned over.

"It'll be okay, would you like something to stop the pain?" Celestia asked quietly.

"Yes....oh god yes! Please hurry!" Nick answered through agony.  "Every breath hurts like hell!"

Celestia rose her head above the row of seats in front of them and saw an empty plastic water bottle in one of the cup holders near the front of the SUV.  She levitated it back to her and Nick.

She poised her downwards and made sure the tip of her horn was partially in the bottle. She trained all of her magical power to this task and within seconds a clear light purple liquid began to fill the bottle. When it reached just above the label she stopped filling it. "That should be enough." She said. She showed Nick the bottle "Drink this and you should heal up within a few hours."

Nick had watched what she had done. "I....am....not drinking that!" he said.

"So you want the pain?" She asked.

"No, but I don't want to drink horn juice!" Nick exclaimed.

"It's not horn juice. Just because it came from my horn that doesn't mean it's horn juice. This is a magical medication. Just drink it." she urged "All the pain will be gone and you will heal within a few hours."

Nick let out a pained groan "Fine, gimme it." Celestia levitated it to his left hand. He carefully scooted until he could sit up. He looked at the liquid. He sighed "If this doesn't work, I'm going to have to kill you."

"It'll work just drink up. You need to drink fast though for the full, and best, effect" Celestia stated.

Nick gave another groan. "Damn it." He said as he brought the bottle to his lips and then tilted his head and it back. He began chugging it. As he started his mind kept flashing back to Celestia's horn dripping the liquid into the bottle. He wanted to gag and throw up, but he forced himself to keep chugging. He checked were he was on it. He was about halfway down. The liquid tasted like a very sweet  watermelon-tasting water. If Nick didn't know where it was from, he might have thought it was good.

Nick finally finished off the bottle. The after taste an almost minty tang. Celestia took the bottle and sent it back upfront to the empty cup holder. "The effects should begin to work in a few minutes, Nick, your going to fall into a very goofy painless state. You may hallucinate or just feel no pain. I really don't know the total effects of my medicine on a human, and to be perfectly honest....."She leaned in and whispered into his ear "....I've only tested that on Luna and myself."

Nick looked her in the eyes and said "If what you just had me drink gives me explosive diarrhea, projectile vomit, or excessive sneezing, coughing, farting, burping, spitting, sighing, or anything else. I'm going to kill you, and if that stuff kills me I'm going to haunt your Royal ass!"